I talked to my sister-in-law last night. She is 9 weeks pregnant now. When I spoke to her a few weeks ago after her ultrasound and I would ask her about her symptoms she would say, "not too bad, its all worth it in the end". I was so annoyed by her I-had-better-not-complain-attitude that I wrote this blog.
So last night after I got off the phone with her I found myself giggling all night long. She is feeling awful. She never actually throws up, nothing brings her relief, and she is able to keep food and fluids down. She ends up sleeping ALL the time because then she doesn't feel so sick. Now I wasn't giggling because she was miserable, but instead it was a feeling of justice.
I was the SAME way when I was pregnant with my first child. And she was rude to me about it. In fact, most of the family was. They would say it in a teasing way, but it still really hurt my feelings. I guess since they couldn't see a baby and since I wasn't actually vomitting I must have been making it all up. They would call me a party pooper when I went to bed at 8 pm, complain about making special food accommodations for me since I got terrible indegestion, and were annoyed that I couldn't stay up until 1 am playing games. In fact, after the family kept complaining that I had to stop every 30 minutes to use the restroom on a roadtrip I decided to try and "hold it", well at 8 months pregnant that's impossible. I ended up wetting my pants and having to wear my husband's four-sizes-too-big the rest of the way home. I was devestated.
So, yes, I was enjoying the fact that she was miserable. I feel vindicated. But I know I'm not alone. It is an initiation into parenthood. Realizing that no matter what 'my plans' were, the baby had other plans. I am glad that I know enough to keep my big mouth closed. Because there will be more days of vindication ahead - in fact, just the other day my soon-to-be-brother-in-law tried to tell me that a family of five can take a road trip for the same price as a couple. Did I mention he doesn't have kids yet? *sigh*